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sound common sense. While he rebelled against 

 the severity of British game laws, he thoroughly 

 understood their meaning; and he knew that 

 sooner or later a man of his calibre was bound to 

 run foul of them and get into serious trouble. 

 So he wisely concluded to take his doctor's advice 

 and try the effect of a trip over sea. Rugged as 

 a gnarled oak, and plucky as one of his favorite 

 black-red stags, he had no fears, and no sooner 

 had he got settled in Ontario than he realized 

 what grand sporting possibilities were open to 

 him. After locating upon a tidy little farm a few 

 miles from Lake St. Clair, he wisely devoted him- 

 self to market gardening and sport. The river 

 and lake were full of black bass and other fish ; 

 deer and turkey were within easy reach; quail 

 swarmed almost everywhere; while waterfowl, 

 shore-birds, cock, snipe, and hares added to sport 

 the like of which he had dreamed of, but never 

 enjoyed. 



To such a man, the new land was like a home- 

 stead in Paradise, and his early training served 

 him nobly under the altered conditions. A 

 fairly good shot and an indefatigable worker, he 

 soon attained renown as one of the best men 

 afield in three sporting counties. By training a 

 close observer, his shrewd little gray eyes missed 

 nothing, and I question if there was a man in his 

 part of the country who knew more about the 



